I wish we had a better way that people could reach out easier when they're struggling, I know how hard it is and you wish you could help other people who are also struggling, even if you've never met them in person.

To anyone else out there struggling, keep your head up, make sure you don't struggle alone. Much Love _________________Even The Genius Has His Questions, Be Grateful For Blessings...
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Hyrum first reached out to me in 2013 to shoot the (bleep) about the Lakers, this forum and some of its infamous neurotics, music...life in general. Really casual things. He found me on social media. We chatted for hours on the night Kobe tore his achilles, and I got to know him a bit. I found him unusually comfortable opening up about things that he loved and hated, what things drove him at the moment, especially to someone who hadn't offered much on the record here other than a potpourri of banter and aimless sh__posting. I quickly figured out that he must have been a treasured friend to his friends. After that week, we caught each other online sporadically for some quick howdies, and over that next year our relationship consisted of months-long gaps between messages, with the occasional sharing of youtube music links, spontaneous attempts at arranging meetups to catch a game, a drink, or a sandwich (which I'm heartbroken to say never panned out), and him PMing me here on LG when his least favorite heels made pariahs of themselves. He'd often criticize me for things I'd posted that he found carelessly mean or stupid, but like a friend would do. He cherished his IRL encounters with friends he'd made on this site. Quite a bit of time passed with no communication between us, and then one day, he sent me a message regarding some bad news about his practice, fear for his childrens' welfare while he was between jobs, and some frustration about a nagging health problem--nothing heavy, just something he'd worried would become a "larger, less manageable problem" (his words). I gave him my phone number. He called me at work and we chatted for a good hour or so in the wee morning, not about these problems, but about joyful, silly things again. I've never had such a long, casual phone conversation with anyone--certainly not another male--who wasn't already a loved real-life relation. He was an easy person to speak to, because he had zero apprehensions about you knowing him in full. From this point on, our communication happened almost exclusively over the phone. He'd make time to ask how things were going with me; I seldom returned the honor. Before too long, he'd informed me that his nagging health problem was actually just one symptom of a rare, excruciating nerve disorder. He was in an exceptional and steadily worsening physical pain. Years shot by and we'd hardly talked. In this frame of time, the man messaged me some pieces of his writing and requests for medical advice, and I received a couple of amazon packaged books that he authored. I'll always regret that I neglected to open them until yesterday._________________"All wars are civil wars, because all men are brothers."
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Hyrum first reached out to me in 2013 to shoot the (bleep) about the Lakers, this forum and some of its infamous neurotics, music...life in general. Really casual things. He found me on social media. We chatted for hours on the night Kobe tore his achilles, and I got to know him a bit. I found him unusually comfortable opening up about things that he loved and hated, what things drove him at the moment, especially to someone who hadn't offered much on the record here other than a potpourri of banter and aimless sh__posting. I quickly figured out that he must have been a treasured friend to his friends. After that week, we caught each other online sporadically for some quick howdies, and over that next year our relationship consisted of months-long gaps between messages, with the occasional sharing of youtube music links, spontaneous attempts at arranging meetups to catch a game, a drink, or a sandwich (which I'm heartbroken to say never panned out), and him PMing me here on LG when his least favorite heels made pariahs of themselves. He'd often criticize me for things I'd posted that he found carelessly mean or stupid, but like a friend would do. He cherished his IRL encounters with friends he'd made on this site. Quite a bit of time passed with no communication between us, and then one day, he sent me a message regarding some bad news about his practice, fear for his childrens' welfare while he was between jobs, and some frustration about a nagging health problem--nothing heavy, just something he'd worried would become a "larger, less manageable problem" (his words). I gave him my phone number. He called me at work and we chatted for a good hour or so in the wee morning, not about these problems, but about joyful, silly things again. I've never had such a long, casual phone conversation with anyone--certainly not another male--who wasn't already a loved real-life relation. He was an easy person to speak to, because he had zero apprehensions about you knowing him in full. From this point on, our communication happened almost exclusively over the phone. He'd make time to ask how things were going with me; I seldom returned the honor. Before too long, he'd informed me that his nagging health problem was actually just one symptom of a rare, excruciating nerve disorder. He was in an exceptional and steadily worsening physical pain. Years shot by and we'd hardly talked. In this frame of time, the man messaged me some pieces of his writing and requests for medical advice, and I received a couple of amazon packaged books that he authored. I'll always regret that I neglected to open them until yesterday.

Thanks for sharing this, Huey. Really great testimony to what made Hyrum such a good dude.

I didn't know him, but I will miss his posts and seeing his username/avi. From reading this thread it sounds like he was someone who has been through difficult experiences. As someone who is no stranger to the dark, I know what the struggle is like. If I've learned one thing it's that many of you have built a friendship off site, and that makes our love of the Purple & Gold a uniting gateway. I feel privileged to be a part of this community. To Hyrum's friends and family, I hope you can find your way through this difficult time.

My condolences to those who knew him. As I read these testimonials, I appreciate the lives he’s touched. When all is said and done, how we treat each other, how we respect each others presence, and how we share our perspectives in life beyond spectators; those times are remembered and embraced by these boards - recorded for later generations to venture upon. In that respect, the man’s presence with us will live on. My hope is that his energy is found by those that need him the most; by family, by strangers, by those that suffer from the everyday demons. Rest and find peace, sir._________________🌮